Police Inspector: So your daddy dances in front of you, does he?
Nathan: Only when he's rehearsing.
Dave: We want to know about dancing that's all.
Gerald Arthur Cooper: Dancers have coordination, skill, timing, fitness, and grace. Take a long, hard look in the mirror.
Gaz: So, uh, Horse... What can you do?
Horse: I dunno, really... Let's see, there's the, uh... The bump, the stomp, the bus stop... Me breakdancing days are probably over, but there's always the funky chicken.
Gaz: Oh, fucking hell, Nath! They're 20 quid each them.
Dole Clerk: Have you been actively looking for work in the last fortnight?
Dole Clerk: Have you done any work, paid or unpaid in the last fortnight?
Dole Clerk: That's not what I've heard.
Gerald Arthur Cooper: Fat, David, is a feminist issue.
Dave: Well, what's that supposed to mean, when it's at home?
Gerald Arthur Cooper: I don't bloody know, do I? But it is.
Horse: No, but... what I mean to say is... my willy.
Lomper: Your willy? My willy.
Gaz: I've got a degree in ass wiggling, mate.
Horse: No-one said anything to me about the full monty.
Dave: Anti-wrinkle cream there may be, but anti-fat-bastard cream there is not.